The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the mud deeper and the rot smell sweeter, a thick, cloying perfume that clung to the wool of their cloaks and seeped into the bones of the men who walked the perimeter. It was the third day of the siege, or perhaps the fourth, for time had become a blurred, aching thing measured only by the beating of hearts and the dull, persistent...

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